Now, the Li family's family business is even bigger.

Li Zhuohang's vision for choosing a son-in-law is higher.

Of course, after the Jiang family experienced this catastrophe, it was not without changes: first, they helped the imperial court to make motor vehicles, made great contributions to the war in northern Xinjiang, and established the Jiang family's unshakable position in the application of driving machines; Houjiang Rucheng returned, with his own naval army and force, and he could be regarded as a hegemon.

But Li Zhuohang doesn't pay attention to these.

Old Lady Jiang's pale brows furrowed.

Fang Wumo saw through Old Lady Jiang's thoughts, and thought: If you want to kiss and kiss, your son-in-law should have this meaning, he has already decided to marry, and he will wait until today? This royal husband is none other than my family. If the old man can't win this family for his great-grandson, won't he live this age in vain, and he won't be blind when he dies.

Lived to be more than eighty years old, not only experienced the ultimate wealth and glory, but also experienced bitter hatred and sadness, there are not many things in this world that can arouse his interest - no, there are no - before protecting Fang Mian to escape from the capital, it is just that he is a descendant of the Fang family to do a duty for the family, hoping to leave a line of incense for the Fang family, but he is not persistent, he has always adhered to the idea of "life and death, life and wealth are in the sky", until he met Li Hanyao, his heart burned with the passion that young people have, and wanted to rely on this old and weak body, Help Li Hanyao change this boring world.

His old eyes, which should have been cloudy and dim, burst out with a clear divine light, mysterious and wise, not at all like an eighty-year-old man.

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To the north of the city, to the northwest is a large crowded residential area, among which there is an ordinary small house, in the courtyard there is a jujube tree, under the jujube tree resting a square table and bamboo chairs, a gray-clothed man bathed in the morning light sitting on a chair reading a book.

On a hot day, he wore a leather mask on his face, showing only his eyes, nose and chin, and looked like a young man; With his elbows propped up on the table, his waist straight, he sat in a dignified and calm posture, and the hand holding the book under the wide sleeves showed a burn scar.

It's noisy outside, quiet inside.

A sound of footsteps broke the silence.

A short and stout porter rushed in, carrying two baskets of freshly planted plums on his shoulders, and when he entered the door, he threw them on the ground and called out "Childe".

The masked man looked up.

"What?"

"Li Zhuohang is here."

The porter told the story of Xiashui Street.

Several people came out of the room behind the masked man, all dressed in coarse cloth and short brown, all of them were farmers and porters, and they all stood behind the masked man, listening to him and the porter, and no one interjected to ask questions.

"Childe, wait for your subordinates to find an opportunity to kill him?"

After the porter finished speaking, he generously asked for help.

The masked man put down the book and said softly, "No." ”

The porter hurriedly asked, "Why?" ”

The eyes under the mask flashed with a ghostly light, and said: "What's the use of killing a Li Zhuohang, besides, you may not have a chance to get close to him, and it is easy to expose our traces." That tone seemed to be a little decadent and sad.

The porter was infected and said aggrievedly: "Then let's just watch?" ”

The masked man said, "Of course not! ”

The porter hurriedly clenched his fists and said, "Please make it clear to the son." ”

Several others also said, "Please give me orders." ”

The masked man said: "The enemy is strong and I am weak, we should not cause trouble now, we can only hide in the shadows, divide Li Hanyao and Wang Yan, and when they fight to the death, it is time for us to take advantage of the fisherman." ”

The porter said: "How can you be separated?" ”

The masked man said leisurely: "No hurry. At the moment, we don't need to make a move, the two of them will naturally fight. Otherwise, do you think that Wang Yan's anti-thief Xie Yaohui brought an embassy to Jiangnan to assist Li Hanyao in ascending the throne as the empress! ”

The crowd laughed.

"All you have to do is find out what I want to do."

"Yes."

Everyone agreed.

Then the porter went out again with his burden.

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Ming Cheng took over the position of housekeeper of Liu's mansion, and listened to Liu Shiyu's dispatch in everything, but when Li Zhuohang arrived, he didn't dare not go to Master Liu. Whether from public or private opinions, Li Zhuohang is here, and Master Liu should come forward to greet him. If he doesn't tell him, Master Liu will be able to peel his skin afterwards. Therefore, the checkpoint was opened, and he immediately sent people from Liu's house to rush to Liu's courtyard to report to Master Liu.

Sure enough, when Master Liu heard that Li Zhuohang and Master Li were coming, he couldn't care about pretending to be sick anymore, he sweated provokingly, immediately got up from the bed, called someone to freshen up and change clothes for him, and immediately rushed to Xiashui Street in a carriage.

On Xiashui Street, Luo Wuchen and others surrounded Li Zhuohang's carriage, and slowly came to the door of Liu's shop to stop.

Luo Wuchen got off the horse, walked to the side of the car, bowed down and said, "Please uncle get out of the car." ”

Li Zhuohang leaned out.

Luo Wuchen hurriedly stepped forward to support his arm, and Huo Huangying supported him on the other side.

At that time, Kasumi Street fell silent.

Yu Zhen and Jin Hai saw a young man in his early thirties, wearing a moon-white robe, with wide sleeves with a collar, and the collar and cuffs were embroidered with silver silk threads with Ruyi lines, with a slender figure, a fair complexion, thick eyebrows as black as ink, phoenix eyes as warm as jade, a straight nose and thin lips, and a layer of short beard on his lips.

Yu Zhen muttered: "On this occasion, wear such a plain dress!" ”

Jin Hai said in a deep voice: "His biological mother is Murong Xing, who was killed in Northern Xinjiang. ”

Yuzhen suddenly realized.

Both of them stared intently at Li Zhuohang, who had just gotten out of the car, attracted by his bearing and demeanor, and secretly thought, "No wonder I can raise a daughter like Li Hanyao." ”

After Li Zhuohang stood still, his eyes swept to see the situation up and down the long street clearly, and then turned to Luo Wuchen and smiled.

The old ministers of the court did not want Wang Yan to marry Li Hanyao, and Li Zhuohang did not want Li Hanyao to marry Wang Yan, and the good son-in-law in his mind was dustless. - Wang Yan is too strong, he is worried that his daughter will be hurt. Luo Wuchen's talent and character make Li Zhuohang feel at ease, his heart is broad, his ambition is noble, and he is complementary to Li Hanyao; His father Luo Xia has a noble character and is a close friend of Li Zhuohang, and the two have already agreed to be the century-old heirs of the Luo Li family and to join forces to establish an unprecedented national ancestry.

At this moment, he looked at the dustless gaze like he looked at his son.

No matter how calm he was, he couldn't help but blush his face when he looked at his father-in-law, all the way to the root of his ears, but he was very happy in his heart.

Li Zhuohang said: "There are so many people, beware of accidents." ”

Luo Wuchen said respectfully: "The junior has instructed Commander Li to let them in in batches." ”

Li Zhuohang nodded appreciatively, and said: "Before opening, you tell them in person, so as not to cause unnecessary conflicts and misunderstandings." ”

Luo Wuchen said: "Yes." ”

He walked to the center of the street, turned around with his fists, and said aloud to the crowd gathered at both ends of the street and the restaurants and tea shops across the street: "It's just an art exhibition, thanks to everyone's affordability, so many people came." Recently, the war has just ended, Jiangnan is not yet calm, in order to avoid crowding disputes, the enemy spies take the opportunity to cause chaos, and bring disaster to your safety, please line up, enter in batches, each batch of 50 people, half an hour in rotation. There is no distinction between the first and the last, and it is not impossible to see it later, so there is no need to be in a hurry. Where you are offended, look at you Haihan! ”

After that, they made a lot of moves.

Yu Zhen hurriedly shouted, "This should be." Don't lose your life just to see an art exhibition, it's too wrong. After calling it, he pulled Jin Hai and ran downstairs, ran to the door of the teahouse and waited, to be the first to enter.

It's just a lively look, who doesn't spare their lives!

The other scholars also responded.

"How do you line up?"

"When will the door open?"

"Where are you standing?"

Messy questioning.

Luo Wuchen raised his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Line up at the door of this shop-" As he spoke, he looked at the teahouse opposite, and smiled at the literati crowded inside and outside the teahouse-"I heard that you didn't return last night, so you just waited for the painting to unfold, and your sincerity is commendable, so this first batch must be you." ”

Yu Zhen and the others couldn't help but be overjoyed when they heard it.

"That's good."

"That's reasonable."

"We've been waiting all night."

"Yes, it's going to be advanced!"

……

Who wants to wait on this hot day?

Jin Hai smiled, looked around, and whispered to Yu Zhen: "They originally came to see Lin Zhiqiu's jokes, but they became a cheer." ”

Yu Zhen stared at Luo Wuchen silently.

Luo Wuchen said to Li Dian: "Wait for General Fang to come and let them line up." ”

Li Dian responded: "The last general will obey the order." ”

Luo Wuchen walked towards Li Zhuohang, bowed down and said, "Please Uncle Li unveil the plaque." ”

Li Zhuohang turned around, Mingcheng had already handed over a green bamboo pole, he took it, picked up the red silk on the lintel plaque, and the four words came into everyone's eyes:

A leaf knows autumn!